Three Deaths
My body was my first grave living, and warm
Yet it buried the rot I felt and the smell of death
That seeped deep into my skin, making a home in my bones
Still, I breathed as if I felt nothing
My bed was my second grave, where the desire I had
The longing for life drained from my weak vessel
Seeping back into the ground beneath me, leaving me
A repulsive sight stinking of death;
She whispered of unending nights, cold days, unmoving
And the heaviness, from the weight of the dead dreams
Unlived lives; and love that should have been
Given freely, without fear or reservation
The tomb was my third grave I learnt the warmth of cold days
Singing during the unending nights, fireflies dimly light up the sky
And life lived deep under the layers of death and nothingness
I clutched to a single thread that felt heavy and warm
On the third day, there was a tug
He said, “Lazarus, come out!”
I stumbled into the light shrouded by hope
Smelling of death- a man with a pitiful past
Beauty in the Sunset
The beauty in the sunset rests on the dancing gold in your eyes
The promise of a new day, blank and bendable to anything you want
The sadness that hides in the little wrinkles just below your eyes
When you smile and they fold as if they’re ashamed to weigh you down
The beauty in the sunset hides in your smile, charming and vibrant
Beauty that is silent, and persistent – beauty that that comes from within
It rests on the curves of your face, it dances at the edge of your brows
As if daring anyone who beholds you, to try and find the words-
Words to capture that feeling of promise, the promise of light and laughter
